Belletrix Lestrange set off into the night. She draped her cloak around her slender body and walked towards Flourish and Blotts. An elderly man opened the door and gasped as he saw Belletrixs dark eyes staring out at him from beneath the hood.

" You " he cried. " Please dont I..."

" Hush you old fool...I have no desire to speak with you. Where is your nephew?"

" Please leave Shayne alone. He's a good lad."

" Lose the guff old timer. I dont have the space nor the energy to listen to this crap all night. Now get me the boy or suffer the consequences."

" You cant threaten me."

Belletrix pushed her wand into the mans neck. " I think you'll find old man that I can and will."

The old man whimpered and made a gasping sound. " I will not hand over my nephew to you...or Vol..." he regained his breath. " Or Voldemort."

" Thats unfortunate " said Belletrix. " For you." She raised her wand. " Crucio." The man dropped to the ground screaming and crying loudly in pain. Belletrix smiled thinly. " I'm going to give you another chance. Bring me the boy."

The man looked up weakilly. " No."

" Well then I have no choice. Look upon death you pityfull fool."

" Uncle whats going on? " Shayne rushed over but stopped midway. " Uncle are you?..." He stared at Belletrix.

Shayne reached for his wand.

" Drop it " yelled Belletrix. " Or you'll be searching for your dear Uncles body parts as far as China."

Shayne dropped it. " What do you want Bella?"

The old man looked up in horror. " You know this woman?"

Shayne sighed and sat down on the chair. " Speak."

Belletrix grinned. " Well isn't this a pretty sight. The two of us together again. I was really beggining to miss you. Seeing your face again has reminded me of those fond memories."

The old man sighed and looked over. " Shayne whats she talking about?"

" Nothing Uncle. She is a liar."

" Thats not true Shayne dear. Come on you know tellings lies is not right."

" You tortured me you evil Cow , you and him."

" Who? " smiled Belletrix.

Shayne clenched his fists and his brow furrowed. " My Father. Uncle , Father was a Death Eater. He followed that maniac Voldemort. He made me...they made me come..."

The old man nodded. " I knew what he was Shayne. I have been protecting you all these years."